Upon returning to the hotel, everyone gathered in Su Shaohua’s room, where Su Zhantao stood with his head bowed, looking as if he had done something wrong.

Su Zhantao feared this second uncle far more than he feared his own father. When he was little, his parents were too busy to look after him, so he was raised by Su Shaohua until he moved back in with his own parents in middle school.

Su Shaohua was extremely strict with them, and since Su Zhantao was a mischievous child, he was beaten by Su Shaohua many times in his youth, leaving a deep-seated fear of him that lingered.

“Rest now. We’ll discuss everything tomorrow!”

Su Shaohua suddenly sighed, startling Su Zhantao, who immediately excused himself and retreated to his room. Su Shaohua’s words were undoubtedly a general amnesty; he even forgot to bid farewell to Zhang Yang.

“Dr. Zhang, I must thank you again for today’s matters!”

Su Shaohua turned back and said softly to Zhang Yang, having understood the situation by then and realizing the terrifying consequences had Zhang Yang not been present.

“Zhantao and I are friends, Mr. Su need not be so polite!”

Zhang Yang smiled faintly; having spent time with Zhantao these past few days, they had become good friends.

“Very well, I won’t stand on ceremony. I hope Dr. Zhang will continue to look after this child, Zhantao, in the future. He has been competitive since childhood and chose the path of commerce against his father’s wishes. While it appears he is doing quite well now, he has never faced any real setbacks and remains quite naive!”

Su Shaohua nodded again, feeling a very strange sensation.

Speaking with Zhang Yang felt like conversing with someone of his own age, and he found himself saying these things without thinking—and Zhantao was several years older than Zhang Yang.

“Boss Su, rest assured. I said we are friends; his business is naturally mine. Also, you were quite agitated today and lost your temper, which isn’t good for your condition. Let me write you another prescription; take this medicine for two days starting tomorrow, and you’ll be fine!”

Zhang Yang fetched paper and a pen and wrote out a prescription for Su Shaohua.

Since he was friends and a business partner with Su Zhantao, he would have done what Su Shaohua asked even without being told; as long as he was present, he wouldn't let Su Zhantao suffer any loss.

As for the strange feeling Su Shaohua had, Zhang Yang felt none of it. With the life experience of two lifetimes, his psychological age was not much younger than Su Shaohua’s, so to him, this was perfectly normal.

“Good, thank you, Dr. Zhang!”

Su Shaohua immediately expressed his gratitude. He had indeed felt a slight discomfort in his throat just now, and he was surprised Zhang Yang noticed it. Zhang Yang’s medical skills had truly reached a level he couldn't have imagined.

There was a real chance his illness might be cured this time.

Zhang Yang also went back to rest. Mi Xue stayed with Su Wei, who was still frightened and insisted on having Mi Xue accompany her.

Zhang Yang didn't have a particularly good impression of this young lady from a prominent family, but since he and Mi Xue had just confirmed their relationship today, they couldn't sleep in the same bed. He could only let Mi Xue stay with her for the night.

The night passed quietly. The next day, Zhang Yang woke up early as usual to continue cultivating his internal energy.

At breakfast, seeing that Su Shaohua was not punishing him, Su Zhantao gradually relaxed, and his original spirited nature slowly returned.

He knew Su Shaohua’s habits: any offense was punished immediately, not delayed. If there was no punishment on the spot, the matter was considered past.

After breakfast, Su Zhantao took Su Shaohua to visit the Chinese medicinal herb market, a place Su Shaohua had heard of many times but was visiting for the first time.

The sheer scale of the market surprised Su Shaohua and made him even more satisfied with Su Zhantao.

A larger market meant more opportunities, but correspondingly stronger competition. For Su Zhantao to start from scratch with only fifty thousand yuan and achieve the success he had was truly not easy; his nephew certainly had merit.

After browsing for a while, Su Shaohua noticed that the most frequently discussed item here was Sanqi (Notoginseng).

The price of Sanqi had hit its upper limit again today. Everyone now believed a major market maker had appeared, and some savvy individuals were starting to follow the trend. Entering now was a bit late, but even if they couldn't get the meat, they could still drink some of the broth.

As long as they were sharp and pulled out when the situation looked wrong, they wouldn't incur any losses.

There were others who were blindly following the trend, diving in because the momentum of Sanqi was strong, and once in, they wouldn't leave. People like this would ultimately lose miserably.

It might sound foolish, but people like this were actually the majority, not just now, but in the future as well. During the great stock market crashes of later generations, even when the market had risen to an extremely abnormal level, countless people still rushed in, afraid of missing out on profits. These people were blinded by the frantic rise.

They weren't looking at the market; they were only looking at the fact that the price was rising, rushing in because they perceived an opportunity for profit.

They expected it to rise, ignoring the risk of a fall, or perhaps knowing it would fall but still feeling it hadn't peaked yet, ultimately becoming pitiful lambs ready for the butcher's knife.

Su Shaohua understood all this. After learning about the frenzy surrounding Sanqi, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Such a crazy surge was tempting, not just for those people, but even for him. However, he could control his own desires; no matter how high the price soared, he would not participate.

This was not his domain, and he had little understanding of it.

Engaging in capital operations in an area where one is unskilled would cause even Su Shaohua to end up bruised and battered, gaining nothing.

After circling around, Su Shaohua bought quite a few high-grade tonics.

Things like twenty-year-old wild ginseng, top-grade wild Cordyceps, and Lingzhi mushrooms—most of these items were extremely valuable. Su Shaohua purchased a large batch, spending well over one hundred thousand yuan just on these items.

Naturally, he didn’t take this amount of money seriously. A portion of these items he could consume himself, and others he could give away. Tonics were the sort of thing one couldn’t have too many of anyway.

Moreover, with Zhang Yang accompanying them, there was no chance of buying counterfeits; Zhang Yang could tell the authenticity of the goods with just one look.

In the afternoon, Director Yan of the Municipal Bureau personally came to the hotel to report on the progress of yesterday's case.

Most of the hooligans from yesterday had been injured, and many were still in the hospital, where their statements had been taken.

Under Director Yan’s instruction, the party most at fault in this incident was them. The bald man was detained under suspicion of causing a disturbance, which, given yesterday’s situation, was somewhat unjust as he hadn't intentionally provoked trouble. However, he had committed acts of public disturbance before, and this time, running into hard resistance felt like paying for his past transgressions.

As for the young gang leader, Zhao Feng, his father was a political commissar in a subordinate branch bureau. This commissar personally approached Yan Zheng to plead for leniency, but to no avail.

Zhao Feng was arrested on charges of organized crime and gathering a crowd for a brawl, among others. Being labeled organized crime immediately constitutes a serious felony, and if the charge were pursued fully, Zhao Feng would be serving several years in prison.

The reason Zhao Feng was severely punished, and even his father’s pleas were ineffective, was not due to Su Shaohua pressuring the department head. The true reason was Zhang Yang.

After returning yesterday, Yan Zheng mulled it over and felt something was amiss. Zhang Yang hadn't admitted to being Secretary Zhang’s son, but his resemblance was too strong, and their names were identical, which forced him to suspect further.

This morning, he made several more inquiries and finally confirmed Zhang Yang's identity.

He hadn't been mistaken or guessed incorrectly; Zhang Yang was indeed the child he had seen at the Secretary’s home years ago. Once he understood this, he dared not handle matters carelessly. Zhao Feng had directly offended Zhang Yang by attempting to harass his girlfriend, which was why he was severely dealt with.

Naturally, he handled Zhao Feng’s case with extreme severity. If the punishment were lighter and displeased Zhang Yang, Yan Zheng would face the consequences.

Su Shaohua was quite satisfied with this outcome.

He had thought a mere brawl would end with a few days of detention, but he hadn't expected some of them to receive heavy sentences.

Of course, the heavier the sentences for these individuals, the better. Parents are inherently biased; after their daughter and nephew were frightened and beaten, a severe lesson was deserved.

What he failed to notice was that Director Yan was most concerned about Zhang Yang’s attitude when relaying these details.

Zhang Yang, for his part, had no objection to these hooligans being locked up.

He planned to stay here for a few more days to see this business through completely before leaving. If these hooligans were released, they might harbor resentment and thoughts of revenge.

He was not afraid for himself, but he worried about Mi Xue. Setting aside the thought of her being harmed, even the shock alone was too much. Yesterday’s incident had already caused significant trauma to Mi Xue.

Yan Zheng left, visibly relieved.

Zhang Yang did not pursue the matter further, which was the best result for him. If Zhang Yang had not been involved, the pressure from the department head alone would not have prompted him to rush over with a report so quickly.

The Su family was powerful, but they were not in direct administrative control, unlike Zhang Yang’s background, where his father was two levels above Yan Zheng’s direct superior; a mere flick of a finger from that level could crush him.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yang was unaware of all this, completely oblivious that the swift handling was entirely due to his standing.

Zhang Yang’s thoughts returned to the Sanqi market.

Two days later, Su Shaohua returned to Changjing with Su Wei. Mi Xue stayed behind to return with Zhang Yang.

Regarding school, with the help of Xiao Dai and others, getting leave of absence for Mi Xue was easy. If the Third Hospital could forge one certificate, they could certainly forge another—it was only one more person.

In these two days, the price of Sanqi reached a new peak. The price for 20-head Sanqi broke ninety yuan, and many speculated whether 20-head Sanqi could pass the hundred-yuan mark.

The hundred-yuan threshold was a dividing line. Zhang Yang knew the day he needed to sell was approaching. In his previous life, Sanqi prices peaked just after breaking one hundred. He couldn't recall the exact peak price, but Zhang Yang knew clearly that Sanqi ultimately failed to break one hundred and twenty.

“Zhang Yang, it broke! It broke! It passed one hundred! The 20-head Sanqi has gone over one hundred!”

That morning, shortly after the market opened, Su Zhantao called Zhang Yang excitedly. The speculation of countless people had an answer—the ascent of Sanqi was fierce, smoothly crossing the hundred-yuan barrier, and finally hitting its upper trading limit at just over one hundred… Yesterday was too tiring; I slept for a bit. This is the guaranteed update for yesterday... RQ